"What the bloody hell did you do," a male voice grunts from underneath the blanket as his girlfriend pops her head out. His normally clear British accent is only faded out by his fatigue and the sheets smothering him.
"I think I broke it," she sighs, peering down at the floor. Indeed, her two dollar alarm clock had shattered apart and the little bits dotted the dirty floor. Her boyfriend mutters something unintelligible from under the bed as he tugs on her arm. She only chuckles while pushing his hand off her. He tries again while she runs her hands through her neat bob of brown hair. "Brent, we need to get up. I would tell you what time it is if my clock was in one piece," she said, raising her voice a little. Once again Beren muttered something, but this time she pulled the blankets off him.
"Watch it Lu!" he protested, but immediately covered his eyes even though the lights were still off. He tried reaching for the blanket again, but Lucy had thrown it across the room. With determination in his eyes, Brent sat up and stared her down.
"We're both tired, but whose fault is that?" she asked him with a light smile while attempting to stand up. With a primal laugh, Brent wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back on the bed.
"The director of the movie for making it so long. The cab driver for not speeding," Brent answered her sarcastically.
"Or--"
Lucy was interrupted by her own laughter as Brent pulled her top up just the tiniest bit so he could tickle her stomach. He almost had her completely subdued on the bed, when Lucy wriggled away like a snake. The bed was small, so she ended up rolling onto the floor. Still laughing, she sat up and held her aching head.
"You could have a concussion. Come lie down," Brent said and finally got out of bed. It was just for a moment so he could lift Lucy up and then lay her down.
"We can't spend all day in bed Brent," Lucy rolled her eyes as Brent fit himself right up against her side.
"And why not?" Brent whispered seductively as he fingered the spaghetti straps of her pastel green top. Yet again, Lucy pulled away from his advances. She sat up silently, lowering her head. In the same silence, Brent sat up as well. He placed both hands on her rolled shoulders, and when she didn't move he pulled her against his bare chest.
"I feel restless," Lucy answered his unspoken question of how she was feeling. As Brent perched his head on her shoulder, she looked up and across the room. There was a long mirror there, left behind by the previous tenant. She looked at herself and Brent with a soft smile.
She was a classic American beauty, and he was a rough but savvy Englishman. Even though she had just woken up, Lucy looked clean and neat. Brent however was a complete mess with his black hair sticking up and unshaven face. She always wore a matching pajama set, while he preferred sleeping in his underwear. "Look at us," she chuckled. Her laugh grew a bit when Brent rubbed his rough cheeks against her neck.
"I happen to think we make a lovely couple," Brent retorted. Before Lucy could say anything in response, he picked up her legs and swung them over his. Once she was settled in his lap, Brent kissed her full on the lips.
As with all his kisses, Lucy felt her heart fly in her chest. It beat against her ribs, desiring to push through and connect with Brent's heart. Her body leaned forward, pressing against his in order to help the heart's ordeal.
"Still feeling restless?" he asked seconds after breaking the kiss. All Lucy could do was nod and then kiss him again. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, Brent stood them both up. Lucy's knees felt weak so she let him guide her towards the wardrobe. Even after the kiss was broken, the two kept their eyes closed and held onto each other. Brent briefly lifted up Lucy, placing her feet on top of his.
"What?" she asked, then looked down. They were standing in the middle of the shattered remains of her clock.
"It's nothing. Why don't you get ready and I'll take you out to lunch," Brent told her with a little smirk. After gently kissing her on the cheek, Brent let go to return to lying on the bed.
"And what about you? You're not going out like that?" Lucy laughed a little as she opened up her wardrobe.
"I'll get dressed later. I like watching you,"Brent teased as he propped up her two pillows. Rolling her eyes, Lucy turned her back to him. She undressed out of her pajamas quickly, then pulled out a simple gray sweater dress. After slipping that on, she pulled a pair of purple tights out of the bottom drawer. Instead of sitting on the bed to put them on like she normally did, Lucy chose the desk chair. Brent caught the difference as well and groaned loudly.
"Shush," Lucy teased once she was done. Crossing back to the wardrobe, she picked up plain black flats. Now, she sat down with Brent to put them on.
"You're missing something," Brent told her, sitting right next to her. Lucy blinked slowly. "Jewelery?" he suggested, cocking his head.
"If you insist," she said while shaking out her hair. It looked fine, so Lucy did nothing else to it. Under Brent's watchful eye, she pulled several silver bracelets out of her little black jewelery box. "That better?" she asked, watching Brent rise from the bed. He shook his head while taking her hands.
"I think this would look much better," he said, slipping a diamond ring on her finger. (c)
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